Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Ossler,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.